life

[asthestars]

dark cascades from the veins of my blood work. Living seems less like a neccesity and more like a nightmare. Everything I touch turns to dust. Like the girl with needles in her heart, The closer they get, the more the needles peirce my soul. Night, my darkness and my haven. Where the dreams i have in daylight flow through and reach my mind. I

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[paperstrive]

"dark cascades from the veins of my blood work. Living seems less like a neccesity and more like a nightmare. Everything I touch turns to dust. Like the girl with needles in her heart, The closer they get, the more the needles peirce my soul. Night, my darkness and my haven. Where the dreams i have in daylight flow through and reach my mind. I prevent myself from falling thorugh the day by living in the night. Fire and fury reach my soul. "

This is absolutely beautiful. I cried.

thanks,

[asthestars]

i get so moody sometimes writing is the only way i can let it out. if you liked that, maybe youll like this, i wrote it about a month ago but i still cant seem to give it the proper ending so i keep adding to it